Cleon and I

Cleon the great, the wise, the old,
Did rule his city with a hand of gold,
And yet, I think, his heart was never free,
From the dark doubts that preyed on him, and me.

For I, though humble, had a soul so bright,
It shone with joy, and filled my world with light,
And though Cleon had riches, fame, and power,
I had a peace that lasted every hour.